“Speed Racing”
Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh he getting shot (Like)
I’ll spin his block, like
(Run that up, Rico)
I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch)
Oh, I make it hot
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Baby)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick spinnin’ ’til it land (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick shoot with double hands (Boom)
Bitch I keep clickin’ ’til that bitch jam
Tryna run, clicked up on his mans (Bitch)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Pussy)
‘Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
(Run that up, Rico)
Dougz B was spinnin’ off of xan’s
Spinnin’ through the lands, switchin’ up the plan
Told bro, “Fuck it, we gon’ bend through”
If we see the cops, they gon’ stop us from flamin’
Told brodie “Don’t chase ’em, let that boy roll with the beam I got accuracy, aimin'” (I got him)
Hollows, they hit him and ripped through his neck, watch how that shit rearrange him
I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom)
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
(Run that up, Rico)
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick spinnin’ ’til it land (Bitch)
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch I keep clickin’ ’til that bitch jam
Tryna run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Bitch)
‘Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans (Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, so fuckin’ clear the room, bitch)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Run Ricky, ran
Run Ricky, ran
(Run that up, Rico)
[B Lovee:]
I get up on ’em, swear that I’m tact’
I get up on ’em, swear that I’m different
I see the opposition, I attack
I see the opposition, I start clickin’
Hop out the OJ, tweak on the opp [?]
She give the whole face, she on some thot shit
Call up my goon, we start opp shoppin’
Call up the set, they still’ Glock shoppin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
And I dare a gunner pop up in the spot, you gon’ see me up this motherfuckin’ Glock (Grrah-grrah)
I dare a nigga try to bunny hop, you gon’ see a bunch of niggas bodies drop
And we movin’ too tact’, ’cause we got some new straps, and we tryna boom
And we got some new opps, we gon’ make ’em a new pack, put ’em on the moon
No I can’t let up, I swear I’m in beast mode
My goons hold Berettas, they ran in like three homes
They tryna link up, they heard what I do
I keep me a TEC in case they tryna loot
Another nigga shot, he up on the news
Bitch, I’m from the trenches, it ain’t nothin’ new
Kay-Kay brought the mop, so I brought the broom (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Creep on the opps, like “Who that?”
Throw up the Gz, you know we gon’ shoot that
Caught that boy lackin’ and we tried to pack him
Swear that he lucky, had God on his side
We really shoot movies, we ain’t no actors
I walk around with that nine on my side
I cannot die in the streets, I got the choppas, slide when it’s beef (Grrah-grrah)
I’m tough enough to go spin on my dolie, I don’t need no one to ride on my side
Totin’ the Glock, he give out a four-piece
I see the opps, you know I’ma fire
I see the opps, you know I’m flockin’, I make it hot in this bitch
Let out them shots if he bunny hoppin’, we made it hot in this shit
[Kay Flock:]
I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah boom)
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick spinnin’ ’til it land (Bitch)
He tryna run he speed racin’, [?] got a kick shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch I keep clickin’ ’til that bitch jam
Tryna run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Bitch)
‘Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
(Run that up, Rico)
About Kay Flock Lyrics
Artist: Kay Flock
Related Songs: Opp Spotter Lyrics
Album: The D.O.A. Tape
Release date: November 5, 2021
Label: Capitol Records
Genres: Hip-Hop/Rap, UK Rap
Born: April 20, 2003 (age 19 years), The Bronx, New York, United States
Full name: Kevin Perez
Nationality: American
Record label: Capitol Records
Genre: Drill music, Hip hop music, Brooklyn drill, Hip-Hop/Rap, UK Rap